ONE LEGGED ANNE'S BATH NIGHT.A Poem by Terry CollettA YOUNG BOY HELPS A ONE LEGGED GIRL ON HER BATH NIGHT MUCH AGAINST HIS WILL.
I want you
to wash my back Skinny Kid Anne said she was standing on her one leg in the bathroom of the nursing home at Fishbourne but what if someone comes and sees me here? you asked anxiously we'll tell them to piss off she said pushing the door shut with a hand almost falling over in the process you looked at her there in a white towelling gown the one leg showing where the gown ended Sister Paul ran the bathwater but left me to get in and out but what if she comes back? you said she won't she gone off to prayers in the chapel Anne said now come on Kid let's to action and she stripped off the gown and holding on your arm eased herself into the water with a slight splash you stood there trying not to notice her breasts gazing at the white tiles with ducks on each one at the curtains white and flowered she began to wash herself with a pink sponge oozing soapsuds her hand moving swiftly over her parts here and there her stump visible just under the water's skin does your leg hurt? you asked she looked up at you now and then she said some nights it hurts like f**k and when I go to rub it it isn't there now stop gawking and start to rub my back you took the sponge from her hand and began to push the sponge over her back nervously her dark hair over her shoulders her head downward her hands pushed between her thighs you felt embarrassed moving over her flesh seeing the curves of her waist sensing the sponge wash over her under her arms you moved OK OK that's enough she said who do you think you are some bloody explorer? I got carried away you said you will get carried away in a fecking coffin she said right listen out for the sex starved nuns you gave her back the sponge and wiped your hands on the towel by the bath your ears strained to hear any footsteps of nuns you lowered your arm so Anne could pull herself up and out of the bath and you wrapped the big towel about her shall I go now? you asked no she said stay until I’m done in case if fall so you stayed looking at the walls and ceiling and the bath with the dirty water seeing out of the corner of your young boy's eyes her rubbing herself dry with one hand while with the other holding on to wall just in case she slipped or began to fall then just as she turned around you heard footsteps and voices out in the hall. © 2013 Terry Collett |
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Added on May 30, 2013 Last Updated on May 30, 2013 AuthorTerry CollettUnited KingdomAboutTerry Collett has been writing since 1971 and published on and off since 1972. He has written poems, plays, and short stories. He is married with eight children and eight grandchildren. on January 27t.. more.. |

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